If It's Not One Thing, It's The Other

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KPOV

"You have to go… NOW! Hurry!"

I threw him his clothes, and nearly pushed him out the door.

"Kristen, come on!"

"No, Rob, Michael, he'll be here any minute, go!"

I pecked him, and nearly shut the door in his face.

I leaned against the wooden door, and walked over to the bed, frantically straightening out the sheets, and headed for the closet.

I pulled out baby blue fabric pants, and a white Juicy Couture sweat jacket.

I ran a brush through my brown locks, and ran for the little sofa, and picked up my book.

I just sat there, staring at the clock, nervousness pooling in my abdomen.

Then, I heard the card slip in the slot, and the door opened to reveal Michael.

"Hey"

"Hey. How was work?"

"Fine. What's for dinner?"

"I don't know, whatever…you can get it yourself."

"Well, cant you like, make something?"

"Do it yourself. What the hell do I look like?"

"In case you haven't noticed babe, but I've been working."

I got up from the couch, and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Yea, I do realize. You chose to do this movie Mike, not me."

"Just make me a fucking sandwich Kristen! God damn."

"No."

"What did you say?"

I was a little nervous now.

"Get your pot headed self out of my hotel room."

"Fucking hell I will!"

"GET THE FUCK OUT!"

I moved closer to him, and slapped him.

"I have had enough of your shit you asshole…get out!"

"Aww, how sweet, why don't you call up your fuck buddy, and we can have a threesome?"

"You know what…maybe he is my fuck buddy. Maybe, I stay up at night while your gone, fucking him. Screaming his name, and having his cum fill me. You like that?"

"Fucking bitch."

He went to hit me, but I ducked, and held him away from me.

I shoved him against the door, and pushed him out, quickly shutting the door, and locking it.

I picked up my phone, and dialed Rob's number.

"Kristen?"

"R-Rob, I-I need you. How fast can you get here?"

"Already on my way."

"I love you."

SHIT.

I just told him I loved him.

"I love you too."

I hung up the phone, and pounced face first onto my bed, screaming into the mattress.

I stood at my kitchen counter, waiting for Robert to come through the door, and wrap his arms around me, and tell me it would be okay.

RPOV

I stepped out of the elevator, and made my way down to 915.

When I got there, I knocked at the door.

"Kristen? Its Rob."

She opened the door, her eyes were red, and glassy, her nose was red, and her cheeks were pink.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and sobbed into my shoulder.

I put one arm around her waist, and the other into her hair.

"Shhh. It's okay. Kristen I'm here. Tell me what happened."

"Michael, he-he. I kicked him out"

"Good. That's what that son of a bitch needed."

"I know."

I sat her down on the bed, and stroked her hair.

"Its okay."

Kristen and I started our little sessions about 2 months after completing Twilight.

She came to me one night, drunk, and said things that the sober Kristen wouldn't, but that was why we were here to today.

Now, I worship alcohol more than before.

I pulled her into me, and she fell asleep in my arms.

I woke up the loud buzzing sound.

Kristen jumped, then settled back into my chest.

She played with my chest hair, and I rubbed small circled on my back.

"Did you mean what you said Robert?"

"About what?"

"When you told me you loved me."

"Well, were you?"

"I don't know."

"Its okay Kristen. Because yes, I do love you."

"You do?"

"Yea, you mean everything to me. Our little games don't just mean fucks to me."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I flipped her onto her back, and kissed her neck.

"Uh Rob."

I continued on her neck, and she played with my hair.

She flipped us over, so she was straddling me, and kissed my lips.

I grasped her hips, and shoved her pants and underwear down her lean legs.

She spread her legs even wider on my stomach, and I could feel her arousal on my abs.

I grasped her hips tighter, and grinded into her.

She moaned into my mouth, and I unzipped her jacket.

I shrugged it off her, and rose her tank over her head.

She worked on my jeans, and I kicked them off.

She flung off my shirt next.

I took control.

I flipped her back onto her back, and kissed down her stomach, and her thighs, avoiding the area that I knew she needed me the most.

I held her hands, letting her know I was in control.

I positioned my throbbing cock at her entrance, and pushed into her, without pity,

Earning myself a moan from her soft lips.

"Tell me how you want it Kristen. Tell me."

"Uhh. Rob. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

I thrusted harder into her, and started a fast rhythm.

I felt her walls starting to tighten.

I knew she was close.

"Wait for me Kris."

"I'm so…close. Rob--"

I grunted, and came inside her, and she screamed out, and came onto me a few second later. Grasping my hair.

"Uhh."

I collapsed on top of her.

I got up from the bed, and grabbed my stuff.

"I have to go."

"W-What?"

"I'll be back tomorrow."

I shut the door behind me. Fuck.

KPOV

He just walked out on me.

What the hell just happened?

We just had sex, and then, he just….left.

.Hell?

I got up, and ran to the bathroom, putting on an oversized tee shirt, and running out the door.

Rob was no where to be seen.

I ran to the elevators, and pushed the down arrow.

I jumped into the elevator, and pressed L.

Once the doors opened, I pushed past the crowd, trying to duck from the paparazzi.

"Rob!"

I screamed probably loud enough for china to hear me.

I ran outside to the valet parking area.

No Rob.

I started crying.

I wanted him back. Right now. I needed him in my arms.

Why was he doing this?

Why did he just run away?

I loved him, and he told me he did too.

Was that too much for him?

I made my way back to my room, and cried myself to sleep.

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